To be heard…

Death is not final.

It is a new song,

a new morning,

the final dawn.

We are never alone,

God is near,

as close as the light from the sun,

as close as an evening prayer.

We must go on, always, even when

we are tired of our own breath,

for has not God triumphed over every sadness?

even pain? even sickness? even death?

We will cry, laugh and cry again,

but God is our staff and cannot be broken.

The body aches, gets weary, aches

and would crumble with its’ weight

but that it falls on Him.

When we are falling, muscles crying

from strains impossible to endure,

eyes so dry but heavy,

fighting Him and fighting tears

of surrender. The death of pride hurts!

Please hold us up Dear Lord! Hold us up

Or help us kneel and be heard!

David Dannar ©2007